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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Tuesday, 25 January 2005

Tuesday, named for a god of war. The second day of the work week, the third day of the week. The fifth and twentieth day of the first month. Time now, past the eleventh hour of the first half of the day. The twenty-fifth minute of the twelfth hour. Seconds are ticking or silently slipping by, slipping around me like molecules of water in a stream flowing, a river flowing so slowly you don't notice it on the surface, but underneath are swiftly flowing currents, unseen and dangerous if you don't know to avoid them, or if you aren't adapted to swim or float in the murky waters of the river.

Sunshine glints off my golden pickup truck parked backed-in to the driveway, not the parkway, facing the asphalt hard-ball narrow street named after one of my favorite evergreen trees. Beyond that a yard, beyond that the busy highway, narrow by-way which leads either to the Atlantic Ocean or the Savannah River and the South Carolina Piedmont.

Now the only sound in here the tack-ticking of the keyboard keys and the sound of plastic model dinosaurs manipulated by the hands of my four year old daughter, who is on the pine-wood varnished floor of the salon. Why call it a living room when you live in most parts of the house? Also one can hear the rumble of vehicles on the Highway from here. The Highway is also called Main Street, though most folk I hear refer to it as 123 North, or 123 South, or just the road to Donne.

I've got to do my German lesson now. I've interrupted this post to start on it, but now I'll interrupt my lesson to finish this post. Here's a funny story for y'all linguists and travellers in German lands:

Going nuts My mother and father were married in Germany
while my father was stationed there just after WWII.

A famous story in the family has to do with my father.
During the reception at my grandparents house
he picked up an empty dish that had contained nuts
and asked: Wo sind die Nutten?Little did he know that...

You are the Gender Abolitionist type of feminist. This means that you
feel the best way to destroy patriarchal oppression is to rid ourselves
of misguided gender roles, and instead live in a society that does not
make such marked assumptions about gender differences. The Gender
Abolitionist is culturally radical, but rather conservative when it
comes to sexual liberation and politics. You have a strong sense of
human rights for all. In fact, you are actually a very moral person.
You don't see people in terms of gender and are thus very philosophical
in order to perceive the world in such a manner. You think people
shouldn't identify others in terms of gender. When most people see a
person, the first thing they think is "That person is a woman" or "That
person is a man", but they do NOT think "That person is a
short-fingernail". Most make someone's gender their IDENTITY, but
fingernail length would never be considered part of their identity. A
gender abolitionist would claim gender should be like fingernail
length--it shouldn't be part of someone's identity. By making gender a
part of identity, difference is emphasized and oppression is often
justified. Thus, gender shouldn't be regarded to such a large extent by
society. You are mostly concerned with seeing women become fully
equalized with men by eliminating gender roles, as these roles oppress
women.